Nineteen and counting

[eimarra]

Nineteen years ago today, I walked around with a huge smile on my face (Well, it was more of floating around, really), telling everyone who would listen that I had met the most wonderful man the night before at the Halloween party.

Today, I woke up next to him, and I still think he’s the most wonderful man in the world.

The night we met.

What are you grateful for today?

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